Motherhood Sky

My, my motherhood sky
hang up the sun
watch the clothes dry.

 

My, my motherhood clouds
laugh at them scold them
until they fly by.

 

My, my motherhood cooks
read to your children
the yummiest books.

 

My, my motherhood dreams
twinkle, twinkle
maternal seams.

 

My, my motherhood sky
thank you now
the clothes are dry.

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